Tag: writing

Carnation in color— matching no other. Sun-kissed are the petals, I dare not disturb her. Instead, I write, my pen taking note of how she dances in the wind. She didn’t bob or weave. It was more of a graceful curtsy. Pausing— I saw that she wasn’t free. Ensnared to a life…

I’ll buy you a round, maybe a pint or two. “Had a rough day?” Hell, I did too. Well, here’s to the fools who believe the answer is at the bottom of the glass. Sip Swig Gulp Care for another beer before you go?

“What took you so long?”, was not the way it should’ve been. Instead, we had our lives end only to start over again. No more midnight rendezvous, pillow talks, or morning company. I’ve never felt this lonely without you beside me. “I’m sorry”, won’t cut it. It’s been 10 years and three months…

Spritely wouldn’t be the word to describe her. She was cute and dirty, the opposite of royalty, but it suited her just fine. The thought never crossed my mind. Her hair of amber waves wasn’t braided. So, it clung to her face. She didn’t play alone, it was her and her shadow. The…